Who would study psychology if they didn't have some kind of problem?

Chapter 65 Past Cases - True
Weng Pingting's words were a veiled reference to Nan Zhuren.

Sure enough, the other party was very bothered by Chen Ting's matter.

The so-called "task" that follows is probably some thankless and arduous task, intended as a warning.

But it's strange, her micro-expressions definitely didn't show any anger.

Nan Zhuren pursed his lips, pretending not to understand the hidden meaning: "Sister Pingting, what task are you going to give me?"

Weng Pingting said, "I've discussed a collaborative project with Jiangda University. Our company will regularly recruit third-year undergraduates or second-year graduate students from there for internships, and they will also transfer some visitors to us. However, the specific details still need to be discussed. In short, I need you to be the person in charge to communicate with the teachers there."

"After that, you may need to go to Jiangda University a few times regularly to give presentations, hold psychological salons, and so on."

So it turns out I'm going to be a project manager, making regular trips to Jiangda University.

Uh-huh?

Nan Zhuren looked up sharply: "Regularly going to Jiangda University?"

Weng Pingting nodded: "Because you are, after all, a student of Jiangda University, and you have experience communicating with them... Never mind."

Weng Pingting gave a "I can't hold it in anymore" look, and the corners of her mouth involuntarily curved upwards, her whole face showing the word "pleasure".

She is very happy.

"Was the consultation with Chen Ting this morning very good?"

The topic suddenly shifted to the visitor.

Nan Zhuren, sensing something amiss, followed up the conversation, nodding and saying, "She's basically able to break free from the influence of her family of origin now. However, for the symptoms of PTSD, we may still need to address the triggers..."

"Her stressor is that teacher who came to see you last time, right?"

"Yes, his name is Wang An..."

Weng Pingting waved her hand to interrupt Nan Zhuren: "What your name is doesn't matter."

Seeing the attitude that Weng Pingting displayed, Nan Zhuren finally realized what Weng Pingting wanted him to do.

Weng Pingting supports her own actions.

Even now, they need to help themselves.

However, Nan Zhuren still had some doubts, because this professionally trained consulting director had always demonstrated extremely strict standards regarding counselor ethics. It was also because of this that she had sided with Nan Zhuren when he clashed with Bald Yang and the bearded man.

Why has the bottom line become so flexible now?
Oh no, is it coming for me?

Nan Zhuren cleared his throat, intending to probe: "Sister Pingting, when we were giving a presentation at Jiang University, Professor Hu told me a case study, the one you told them before, do you remember it?"

"Which one?"

"It's the one about a single father who raped his daughter."

"Oh, I remember now." Weng Pingting nodded. "Is there a problem?"

“This case is somewhat different from Chen Ting’s in some details, but I think the general outline is very similar.”

Nan Zhuren said, "So I was thinking, since you have experience in handling this kind of case, could you give me some advice on the intervention plan for Chen Ting later?"

Weng Pingting raised her beautiful eyebrows, and unconsciously curved the corners of her eyes upwards as well.

She could tell that Nan Zhuren didn't really want to "learn".

"Oh? You're targeting me?"

She didn't look at Nan Zhuren's reaction, but shook her head and said, "Chen Ting is indeed very similar to my previous case, and I really can't forget that girl. When Lao Hu talked to you about it, did he say bad things about me?" Weng Pingting used a joking tone, so Nan Zhuren also jokingly replied, "Teacher Hu wouldn't dare to do that."

"But he did say a... rather regrettable ending."

Nan Zhuren spoke very tactfully, and this painstaking effort in choosing his words made Weng Pingting laugh.

"Oh, I lied to them."

“…Ah, ah?” Nan Zhuren was dumbfounded.

“Psychotherapists really shouldn’t do things outside of counseling, so I slightly modified the ending of my case to warn everyone not to do unnecessary things that could ruin the counseling room, ruin themselves, and possibly ruin me as a supervisor.”

"...Is this okay?"

Weng Pingting answered matter-of-factly: "Why not? The real information about the disease and my intervention methods are correct. Everyone can learn something from the case, and that's enough—in a sense, they learn even more."

Nan Zhuren choked for a moment, suddenly realizing that he had made some mistakes in his previous judgment of his supervisor.

I used to think you were a well-behaved, professionally trained consultant, but that was a mistake on my part.

Weng Pingting smiled and said, "Do you want to know the real ending of this case?"

Nan Zhuren nodded.

Weng Pingting's smile widened.

Nan Zhuren could sense that there was a hint of bitterness in that smile, but even more so, pride and arrogance.

“I first consulted a friend who studies law to see what kind of evidence would be needed to warrant a severe punishment in this situation; I also consulted about how children from single-parent families like her are taken care of after losing their guardians; then I contacted her divorced mother and other relatives to confirm that she would receive proper care.”

"Finally, I 'incited' her to obtain crucial evidence and then call the police."

Weng Pingting exclaimed, "She is very brave. I had originally decided to call the police myself to invoke the confidentiality exception, but she did it on her own. I kept in touch with her until recently, and she has become very strong."

Hearing Weng Pingting's words, Nan Zhuren suddenly shuddered.

He felt inexplicably happy for the girl who had stepped out of the mire and into the sunlight, and at the same time began to empathize with her, as if he also felt a power flowing into his body.

“However, even though I can do this, I don’t recommend it to you.” Weng Pingting casually looked at her nails. “That’s why I hide a part of them when I share case studies with others.”

"As for transferring you to Jiangda University, it's because you studied there before. It's definitely not to allow you to better connect with clients and find opportunities to completely cut off the stressor, such as by using methods like recording or confrontation. These are absolutely against counselor ethics and are absolutely unacceptable."

Nan Zhuren blinked: "I... understand?"

"The tone is wrong."

Nan Zhuren's expression hardened: "Understood, I will definitely keep Sister Pingting's words in mind."

Weng Pingting nodded in satisfaction: "Alright, I don't have anything else to instruct you on. Do you have any other questions?"

Nan Zhuren put away his deliberately solemn expression and frowned as he pondered for a while.

"There really is..."

Weng Pingting asked with interest, "What is it?"

"I heard that you graduated from Beidu Normal School, Pingting? So, you didn't stay in Beidu later, but came to this small place. Is that related to this case? Of course, I'm not just curious; you can think of it as some kind of academic discussion, if you don't want to answer..."

"I don't want to answer," Weng Pingting said, maintaining her smile.

"Ok."

(End of this chapter)